Thrones of Desire Erotic Tales of Swords, Mist and Fire

by Szereto, Mitzi; Anthony, Piers

• ISBN13: 9781573448154
• ISBN10: 157344815X
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2012-09-18
• Publisher: Cleis Press

Summary

Thrones of Desire is a captivating collection of fantasy-themed erotica based upon the hugely popular book series and HBO TV show Game of Thrones. Readers will be transported to the imagined world of knights and renegades, heroes and villains, maidens and princesses, all tied up in battles of danger, honour, love, hate, good and evil. The stories in this collection glow with the magic of medieval myth and lore; whilst simmering with forbidden lusts and boundless desires. Szereto's anthology of steamy tales is the perfect escape into a lush fantastical realm.

Author Biography

Mitzi Szereto is an author and anthology editor of erotic and multi-genre fiction and nonfiction. She has her own blog, “Errant Ramblings: Mitzi Szereto’s Weblog” (mitziszereto.com/blog), and a Web TV channel, Mitzi TV (mitziszereto.com/tv), which covers the “quirky” side of London. Her books include the controversial Jane Austen sex parody Pride and Prejudice: Hidden Lusts; Red Velvet and Absinthe: Paranormal Erotic Romance; In Sleeping Beauty’s Bed: Erotic Fairy Tales; Getting Even: Revenge Stories; The New Black Lace Book of Women’s Sexual Fantasies; Wicked: Sexy Tales of Legendary Lovers; Dying For It: Tales of Sex and Death; and the Erotic Travel Tales anthologies. A popular social media personality and frequent interviewee, she has pioneered erotic writing workshops in the UK and Europe and lectured in creative writing at several British universities. She divides her time between England and the USA.

Table of Contents

Hot as a Dragon’s Blood – Eric Del Carlo
Of High Renown – Janine Ashbless
At the Sorcerer’s Command – Kim Knox
Silver – Anna Meadows
In the Kingdom of Roz – Madeline Moore
Key to the Queen’s Elixir – Jo Wu
Here There Be Dragons – Ashley Lister
Flesh and Stone – Sacchi Green
Saints and Heroes – M. H. Crane
Escape – Mitzi Szereto
Eyekeeper – Aurelia T. Evans
The Widow’s Man – Nyla Nox
Jericho – Megan Arkenberg
The Last Sacrifice – Zander Vyne

Excerpts

Lydia stood in the middle of the cell. The floor under her bare feet was nothing but dirt and hay and dust mixed with disintegrated rat droppings. She had since removed the cloth belt from between her legs where it held her skirt up away from her feet like pants. It was easier to creep around when skirts could not snag on corners, but she was not creeping now. She had been caught, betrayed by a man who should know better, sentenced to burn by the king whose coffers she pilfered, and shut away in the castle dungeon to await her execution at dawn.
The sky through the window slit revealed stars. She could not yet smell the morning fog, and she still smelled ale and sweat on the breeze, which told her evening was still upon the city.
There was a moldy pallet in the corner, next to a bucket. Lydia used neither, simply stood. Her clothing was ordinary and her face was smudged with dust. But something was different; something was wrong. It was a feeling in the gut, like looking into a forest and knowing there was a creature staring back, something silent and unseen. She smiled, the curve of her lips almost imperceptible.
The woman whom the king called Witchthief waited.
After the bell tower chimed ten, the warden entered. He could not look her in the eye, but his strong, narrow jaw was set, his fists inadvertently tight. He bore marks of distress and distraction—there were deep circles under his eyes and his stubble smudged his cheek like charcoal.
“Good evening, Hann,” she said.
He bowed slightly. The gesture was automatic and somewhat mocking. “Lydia.”
“You have had a good evening, have you not?” Lydia asked. “Very lucrative.”
He shut the door behind him. His keys clinked in the lock. “Where is the rest?”
“You ‘rescued’ the bag when Micah alerted the king I was digging through his treasure room.” Lydia stepped forward. Her left ankle dragged behind a bit, laden as it was with an iron shackle that attached her to the wall. “You failed to inform me that Micah kept a Scrying Glass in there.”
“I have been told that an artifact was also removed,” Hann interrupted. The timbre of his voice was official now. Cloaked in his profession, he found the fortitude to meet her eyes.
“Is that what Micah told you?” Lydia’s expression remained placid and slightly bemused.
“The king ordered me to search you for any additional items stolen.”
“I am sure it will be such a chore.” Her smile became perceptible.
“Damn it, Lydia, where is the Oculum?” Hann shouted, grabbing her by her arms. When he shook her, he made her chains rattle. She just laughed, the low, husky sound vibrating over his flesh.
“Search me.” She peered up at him through her dark eyelashes.
“Words cannot describe how glad I am you will burn on the morrow,” Hann said. He pulled at the ties of her bodice, spreading it open before him with nothing but her light chemise underneath. As her skirts moved and brushed against her legs, the clink of metal on metal was more apparent. She could no longer cover it with the sound of her shackle. When Hann heard it, he raised an eyebrow.
“Really, Lydia. What did you think you were going to do with the treasure? Bribe the ferryman to take you the other direction?” Hann asked. Slowly, he slid the bodice down and loosened the final ties so that the material of her dress slid down her legs. There was a heavy clink as the full pocket-lined skirts fell to the stone floor.